He turns over that thought, and trying to see if he remembers which one Mimir is.
After a long few painful moments, he is forced to admit that no. He doesn't really remember. Wasn't a memorable one. His face scrunches, pained, then he turns his squint from an absent distant spot back onto Aziraphale again.
"Which one is that, then? I know Odin is all wisdom and stuff, Frigg is... Maternal things. Njord is secrecy and also poetry for some reason, and there's one that begins with S that is all farming things."
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He turns over that thought, and trying to see if he remembers which one Mimir is.
After a long few painful moments, he is forced to admit that no. He doesn't really remember. Wasn't a memorable one. His face scrunches, pained, then he turns his squint from an absent distant spot back onto Aziraphale again.
"Which one is that, then? I know Odin is all wisdom and stuff, Frigg is... Maternal things. Njord is secrecy and also poetry for some reason, and there's one that begins with S that is all farming things."
Signal? Sigil? Something like that.